[BEING GRADUALLY REWRITTEN INTO THIRD PERSON]
"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance"
- Aristotle
What if this inward significance was being able to create a piece moments before it happen...
It was the morning after the Yule Ball and I woke up feeling very groggy. My body felt stiff and tight. When I climbed out of bed I had realised I was still in my dress and make up
Lazily I got undressed and jumped in the shower. As I stood there washing myself in the warm water I thought about the moments of last night. Me and Harry kissed then we both said we loved each other. I couldn't tell if I was dreading to face today or if I'm excited. After about half an hour I stepped out the shower and grabbed a towel
Once I got dried I began to put today's clothes on. Since I still felt a little shit I went for a plain out cosy look. I put on a thin white turtleneck, tucking it into a pair of grey leggings. Then I grabbed my massive cardigan and UGG shoes. Lastly I just put my hair into a messy bun not bothering to make it nice like usual
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Once I finished up I checked the time realising it was 11:45am
"Geez I slept in" I sighed. Deciding I was actually starving and lunch would be happening soon I began my journey to the great hall. Walking down the hallways were quiet. I must not be the only one still affected by last night. Many people must've had late nights but I doubt they most were up to two in the morning like me and Harry. Moreover I wouldn't be surprised if Harry felt like me
Eventually I made it to the great hall and saw the group sitting there. I went over and joined them placing myself beside Hermione
"Hey guys" I greeted
"Where have you been?" Hermione questioned with a hint of concern
"Relax I only woke up an hour ago"
"You slept in this late?" Ginny now questioned
"Well sorry I didn't go to bed till two in the morning" I groaned. To fill my stomach I grabbed myself some porridge. It seemed as if the elves were told that there we bound to be students having their breakfast at lunch
"So" Ginny started. I looked up at her to see her smirking at me
"So what?"
"You and Harry kissed"
Instantly me and Harry froze. He was sitting on the other side of the table opposite Ginny who sat on the left of Hermione. Quickly I glanced down to my porridge pretending to admire it. Unfortunately I couldn't help the tiny grin which sat on my lips
"So Harry how was your night last night?" Ginny questioned
"Great.."
"Just great?"
"Well" He rubbed the back of his neck "It was amazing"
The other two girls broke in huge smiles
"Ophelia" Hermione sang "How was yours?"
"Can I just eat my porridge in peace?"
"No"
"Why not you gonna threaten me?" I raised an eyebrow "Its not like you had your camera on you Hermione"
Both the girls matched huge grins
"No" I gasped
"Yes" They both replied
"What did you do with it?"
"Well we may have duplicated it several times and-"
"There's an 'and'?"
"Aaannd we may have sent a copy to your uncle"
"YOU DID WHAT" I shout. Shit what was Sirius gonna say. There were two ways this could play out either Padfoot kills Harry or Padfoot bugs me about it. God this will be torture. I pushed my bowl aside and plopped my head on the table groaning "Are you guys trying to ruin me?"
"No but we want to know how your night went?"
"Fine it was incredible" I muttered
"What happened after the kiss?" They yet again questioned
"Nothing much" Harry responded for me
"Your not telling us something" Both their eyes narrowed on us
"He's not lying nothing else happened"
Both of them were not convinced but decided to drop it
~ ~ ~
A day later I get a letter from Sirius
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I reread the letter a grin playing on my face. Sirius was amazing and I loved how he wants to talk. However I guess it's him making up after all those years in Azkaban. Moreover he thinks that he's gonna get some details out of me, well he's wrong, my lips are sealed. I guess I feel that he would probably threaten Harry in a way. But overall I love him
Eventually I made my way up to the Owlery to send him a reply. I did another quick read through before sending off the letter.
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I then watched as the owl flew into the distance. It did make me wonder where Sirius was staying or had he found a place to live. Unfortunately though because Peter had escaped some people were a bit apprehensive of Padfoot but I guess that doesn't change him of wanting to be a free man
